Yardstick

They bought a yardstick 

Measuring - was on their mind

He started with his height 

It fell short by couple of inches 

He was disappointed; he sighed 

She then measured the girth around her waist 

It set her back few feet 

Annoyed she was because it was too big.. 

Not a spec did the stick record 

When they placed it between their hearts..

They then slid it by their lips

They couldn't believe how big was their smile..

 

Author's Note

Longing for something creates great poems, anticipation makes amazing poets :)

Reviews

[Atomic tonic]

All of your work is very good, but would be good to have heard this from the horses mouth? Maybe the course could have been changed long before?

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The way you address this in a measurement...between the lines...and the path --- which the verse goes about to the audience and relates in a way different to every person...no matter the span...the equation to this leads one to an answer...
...the bond and separation are bound...yet the destruction of the latter is just as equal to lead in a different direction...if one or the other does not meet the verdict to the end...either way falls apart...the measure is the length...in which one can endure...and not stray in a different direction altogether...
...of course...here you're talking about the good part and not necessarily the other...one must be blind...and not need a measurement...

[TurtleClark]

love no matter what you look like bewteen to means nothing

[Avinash]

Nothing can measure Love and that is what really matters.

[Rita L. Sev]

Original concept, Prathama! Indeed, it seems that we are judged on so many things that do not matter... Thank goodness for Love's yardstick!

[Pryde Foltz]

Not a spec did the stick record
When they placed it between their hearts..
They then slid it by their lips
They couldn't believe how big was their smile..

Great write and metaphor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with leslie...love the originality...

lovers come in all shapes and sizes and all that matters is that the two love each other, and can smile with happiness and joy...the hell with others who judge them, it is their loss.

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this a lot, well observed, and much more original than much poetry posted here. Good write.

[PP]

Thank you Leslie :)

[Sami Khalil]

This was unique for you have added the measurement aspect as far as weights , height , girth and so forth. But I take it as the heart is immeasurable as you say. Thank you for penning...:)............

[PP]

Pleasure you have reviewed Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure always...:)...............

[PP]

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[Sami Khalil]

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